till.the.sun.grows.cold

Saturday, November 04, 2006

[[and i could write it down]]

i feel like throwing up.
it's this churning in my stomach. and everytime i think about what there is that needs to be done the nausea intensifies.

nau.se.a [naw-zee-uh, -zhuh, -see-uh, -shuh]
-noun
1. sickness at the stomach, esp. when accompanied by a loathing for food and an involuntary impulse to vomit.
2. extreme disgust; loathing; repugnance.

i wish i could say its just the exams. but its not. if it were at least i would know just how to deal.

i feel like crawling into some hole and just hibernating for awhile. i'll bring a comforter,pillows, some books and light a torch. when i feel like emerging i will. no one else will have a say. except maybe for you.

would you come along
take my hand
i'm not asking you
to rescue me
just be here
before i get swallowed
by the sea

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And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong to me
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7.30s on saturdays have always been special to me. and today. going back after such a long absence. it was like coming home. at least i know no matter what, there's someone to turn to.

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

[walking with you]*|11:01 PM|